What has gone before... Patrick is a fourteen year old boy who is about to
set out on a Pokemon journey unique in its own right from his newly adopted
home of Pallet.
*** Patrick opened the box and found a cell phone. "Wow, Mom! Thank you." He hugged his mother and said, "Sorry I can't stay longer, But I need to get going, mom."
"I understand," she said. As her son walked out the door, she called "Be safe!" Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched him ride away on his bike through the window.
And now...
Chapter 3: A Look Back
As Patrick's Mom watched him walk away, she let her mind wander back to when he was just a little boy. His hair had been darker back then, because he didn't go outside that much. His mother and he had lived on a hill deep in the mountains to the north. They owned about 50 acres of hills and plains. Their were many wild Pokemon around, but most of them had known Emily and Patrick their entire lives.
Their little wooden cabin had been built almost a century ago by her grandfather. The wooden and stone cabin had five rooms and an attached barn with a Pokemon stable on the back. Their were two bedrooms; one for Emily and one Patrick. A kitchen, dining room, and a den comprised the rest of the house. The barn was two stories high .The stable was on the first story and the various tools and equipment could be found on the second story. The silo had fallen in well before Emily was born, almost thirty years ago. She had been told it fell in when her fathers Pokemon had gotten out of hand and destroyed part of the barn and the silo. In any case, the family hadn't had Pokemon since then. That was, until Patrick found the Pokemon egg when he was five. She had known for several years that Patrick could speak to Pokemon, and it hadn't bothered her. She told him to be careful not to tell others about his talent, though.
"Could it really have been seven years?" Emily asked herself. "I guess it has..."
That summer, seven years ago, Patrick had been playing in the field with his mother watching when he found an egg. He was quite insistent on raising the egg, so Emily had allowed him to raise it, not realizing what it was at the time. He had spent every moment with the egg for almost a month until it hatched.
Emily smiled. "He looked so precious when Dratini hatched." She remembered helping Patrick feed and look after Dratini for two years until Patrick could care for him on his own.
That was the year that he found out about the Pokemon League. He found the idea of this sport alluring. That was the year he began to train Dratini. He found scraps of several old pokeballs and managed to piece a working pokeball together for Dratini. He befriended several Pokemon and had been training them and Dratini for about a year when he asked them if they would like to live in the stable. The Pokemon agreed. That was when Patrick and his Pokemon, working as a team instead of just friends, for the first time, rebuilt the silo. Later in the year, Patrick convinced his mother to buy him four Pokeballs at the Pokemart on a shopping trip to town. As they left, Patrick picked up a flyer about the Pokemon league.
About a year after that, they moved here, to Pallet town. Emily had made friends with several people here in town, but her closest friend was Delia Ketchum. She had a son, just a little older than Patrick, who was also on a Pokemon Journey. They were both in their early thirties, and they both had brown hair. Just about the only difference in the two girls was that Emily was a little taller and had green eyes, verses Delia's brown ones.
To be continued...
*** Patrick opened the box and found a cell phone. "Wow, Mom! Thank you." He hugged his mother and said, "Sorry I can't stay longer, But I need to get going, mom."
"I understand," she said. As her son walked out the door, she called "Be safe!" Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched him ride away on his bike through the window.
And now...
Chapter 3: A Look Back
As Patrick's Mom watched him walk away, she let her mind wander back to when he was just a little boy. His hair had been darker back then, because he didn't go outside that much. His mother and he had lived on a hill deep in the mountains to the north. They owned about 50 acres of hills and plains. Their were many wild Pokemon around, but most of them had known Emily and Patrick their entire lives.
Their little wooden cabin had been built almost a century ago by her grandfather. The wooden and stone cabin had five rooms and an attached barn with a Pokemon stable on the back. Their were two bedrooms; one for Emily and one Patrick. A kitchen, dining room, and a den comprised the rest of the house. The barn was two stories high .The stable was on the first story and the various tools and equipment could be found on the second story. The silo had fallen in well before Emily was born, almost thirty years ago. She had been told it fell in when her fathers Pokemon had gotten out of hand and destroyed part of the barn and the silo. In any case, the family hadn't had Pokemon since then. That was, until Patrick found the Pokemon egg when he was five. She had known for several years that Patrick could speak to Pokemon, and it hadn't bothered her. She told him to be careful not to tell others about his talent, though.
"Could it really have been seven years?" Emily asked herself. "I guess it has..."
That summer, seven years ago, Patrick had been playing in the field with his mother watching when he found an egg. He was quite insistent on raising the egg, so Emily had allowed him to raise it, not realizing what it was at the time. He had spent every moment with the egg for almost a month until it hatched.
Emily smiled. "He looked so precious when Dratini hatched." She remembered helping Patrick feed and look after Dratini for two years until Patrick could care for him on his own.
That was the year that he found out about the Pokemon League. He found the idea of this sport alluring. That was the year he began to train Dratini. He found scraps of several old pokeballs and managed to piece a working pokeball together for Dratini. He befriended several Pokemon and had been training them and Dratini for about a year when he asked them if they would like to live in the stable. The Pokemon agreed. That was when Patrick and his Pokemon, working as a team instead of just friends, for the first time, rebuilt the silo. Later in the year, Patrick convinced his mother to buy him four Pokeballs at the Pokemart on a shopping trip to town. As they left, Patrick picked up a flyer about the Pokemon league.
About a year after that, they moved here, to Pallet town. Emily had made friends with several people here in town, but her closest friend was Delia Ketchum. She had a son, just a little older than Patrick, who was also on a Pokemon Journey. They were both in their early thirties, and they both had brown hair. Just about the only difference in the two girls was that Emily was a little taller and had green eyes, verses Delia's brown ones.
To be continued...